Shadlight

Schedule: Daily chapter (5pm GMT+1)

Synopsis: In a kingdom torn apart by political intrigue and deadly sibling rivalries, where power is wielded by cold-hearted women with ruthless ambitions, one woman rises, determined to seize the throne she believes is rightfully hers. 

Immersed in a world where betrayal is commonplace and alliances are forged and broken in the shadows. Where every enemy's weakness is exploited, and every secret whispered in the night.

Amidst plots, epic battles, and heart-wrenching sacrifices, we delve into the darkness of the human heart, where love and hate intertwine, and the path to royalty is paved with blood and tears.

To claim the throne, there is only one rule: either you win, or you die.

The Scarlet Throne

Damaris remained silent, her eyes fixed on Galaad without the slightest hint of emotion. The silence that followed was heavy, almost palpable. Galaad rose gently, taking care not to make any sudden movements. He approached her, his steps lightly echoing on the floor.

"Damaris," he began in a voice that was soft yet firm, "leaving now to claim the throne will help neither your interests nor anyone else's."

Damaris narrowed her eyes but said nothing. Galaad stopped a few steps away from her, trying to catch her gaze.

"You seem to ignore," he continued, "that in the kingdom, you are known as a horrible and treacherous queen. Your death was not mourned; it was celebrated."

Damaris's eyes narrowed into an icy slit, but she remained impassive, her lips pressed into a hard line. Galaad watched her reactions, looking for the slightest sign of emotion.

Convince, Not Force